Forget Woody Allen, this is real - albeit post-modern - art.

Sunday sees the last day of Turner-prize shortlisted Tomoko Takahashi's My Play-station at Serpentine 2005 installation at Hyde Park's favourite gallery - she's been there since February, constructing order out of a collection of everyday ephemera - and the deal is that members of the public (that's you and me) will be invited to take away part of the work.

Tomoko's part of that whole mega trend of making art out of the daily chaos we call life. And of course she's the artist who brought us the truly fabulous WordPerhect.

Here's the deal: you queue up and get a ticket - kinda like the deli counter at Sainsbury's - and then a gallery assistant exchanges it for whatever you select. I'm guessing there'll be a Spencer Tunick-like queue round the building.

Apparently, you need to get there early to get the good stuff. It's the carboot of modern art. It's the UnScrabble of the contemporary installation scene. She's putting the conceptual back into bullshit. Blah blah blah.

My dad's voice is ringing in my head: from this she makes a living?